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misterblackbird) wrote2008-07-13 10:55 am
misterblackbird) wrote2008-07-13 10:55 am
Entry 184; Day 437
[Filtered from DELILAH || Unhackable]
[Voice Post Begins]
((Click))
((The soft, muffled shuffling of blankets and bedclothes...a small muttering groan, someone not wanting to get up.))
Why is it morning already...?
All right...
((Fumble, shuffle.))
I remember yesterday only vaguely, like one remembers a dream, or a drunken night out. I thought I was a sultan, living in a palace hung with silk... There were holy men and mad men, flying carpets, genii in lamps, adventurers, dancing girls, the ladies of the court--my court--all around me, all colour, and light, and fire...
But I--((a sigh))--realise now there are more than a few to whom I owe apologies, or perhaps explanations.
To put it simply, you have my sincerest apologies for the...madness the curse brought over me. It was a curse and nothing more. I am terribly sorry.
There's nothing else I can say about it.
((Another groan.))
And I shan't be going out today, that much is certain.
Riff? Riff, where are you?
I had a mother--for one day, I had a mother who loved me, who held me with her white hands--
((A moment or two more of shuffling, the network contraption is shoved aside...))
((Click))
[//Voice Post Ends]
[ooc: Aaaaaaaaaaand sultan no more. Having crashed, now with a curse "hangover," extremely embarrassed, he's woken up in his own bed, and, luckily (?) alone. Be nice? ...or, not, that's okay too. Strikeouts are thoughts--you can't hear them.
A huge, huge, huge thank you to everyone who played along with the harem theme yesterday. I hope you had fun. I know I did. I was so glad to revisit this scenario with Cain--the lulz are immense. I hope you had twice as much fun as I did. Thank you all so much! I am now about as tired as Cain |D;;]
[Voice Post Begins]
((Click))
((The soft, muffled shuffling of blankets and bedclothes...a small muttering groan, someone not wanting to get up.))
Why is it morning already...?
All right...
((Fumble, shuffle.))
I remember yesterday only vaguely, like one remembers a dream, or a drunken night out. I thought I was a sultan, living in a palace hung with silk... There were holy men and mad men, flying carpets, genii in lamps, adventurers, dancing girls, the ladies of the court--my court--all around me, all colour, and light, and fire...
But I--((a sigh))--realise now there are more than a few to whom I owe apologies, or perhaps explanations.
To put it simply, you have my sincerest apologies for the...madness the curse brought over me. It was a curse and nothing more. I am terribly sorry.
There's nothing else I can say about it.
((Another groan.))
And I shan't be going out today, that much is certain.
Riff? Riff, where are you?
((A moment or two more of shuffling, the network contraption is shoved aside...))
((Click))
[//Voice Post Ends]
[ooc: Aaaaaaaaaaand sultan no more. Having crashed, now with a curse "hangover," extremely embarrassed, he's woken up in his own bed, and, luckily (?) alone. Be nice? ...or, not, that's okay too. Strikeouts are thoughts--you can't hear them.
A huge, huge, huge thank you to everyone who played along with the harem theme yesterday. I hope you had fun. I know I did. I was so glad to revisit this scenario with Cain--the lulz are immense. I hope you had twice as much fun as I did. Thank you all so much! I am now about as tired as Cain |D;;]
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[ooc: falksjdflksd how did I miss this tag? FAIL D:]
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